Happy Easter, I'll Be Hugging the Toilet If You Need Me

I don't know if its flu or something but so far, this Sunday has been marked by frenzied and repeated trips to the porcelain goddess.

Like a wave of sick that washes over me, I'll be fine one moment and sprinting for a can or toilet the next.

I'm weak, pissed off and tired. Just the rest I needed from the weekend. And I had better be well enough to go to work in the morning because there are some big to-do's in the works and I don't get credit if I'm not there to make them happen.